If you know me, then you know that I like wine. A lot. I wasn’t a wine drinker until I met Graham, my Hampton Roads husband, and our marriage has become a low-key wine adventure. Living in Loudoun County, we can’t really help it. When I told some of my friends that I was thinking of starting a blog, they suggested (nay, requested) (nay, insisted) that I include some posts about wine. Friends, I’m happy to oblige, because I think that wine has magical powers. No, really, hear me out on this one.
Wine inspires. I think it’s because wine, like food and music and stories, transcends culture and language. It brings people together. I’ve made more than a few good friends over a glass of wine. During our honeymoon in France, it was okay that I couldn’t actually talk to anyone about the wines that I was tasting, because everyone just understood. A good glass of wine, or a bad one, needs no words. But it sure is fun to talk about it. So, moving on –
To me, Spring is rosé season. When the weather starts getting warm, and I see blossoms everywhere, I crave the bright crispness and the pretty-in-pink pastel of a nice glass of rosé. So tonight, I suggested we open a bottle of Lost Creek 2014 Tranquility. Lost Creek is a local Loudoun County vineyard and winery, and full disclosure, Graham and I are members of their wine club. It’s a fantastic place to spend quiet time on a sunny weekend afternoon – the tasting room and grounds are lovely, and the staff and owners are too.
Here’s the bottle we opened tonight:
Tranquility is what I would consider a classic rosé. A little bit coppery in color, with a delicate nose of strawberry and a hint of citrus fruits. It tastes a bit like strawberries, too, with mild acidity, and not too sweet. For die-hard white wine drinkers, I think it would be a nice foray into a more colorful world. Lovers of rosé (I include myself in this group) won’t be disappointed.
I’m enjoying a glass as I type, and I’m a little sad I have to share the bottle with the handsome husband, though I’m sure I’ll be grateful tomorrow morning.
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